Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 245 The Fierce Orc, Lin Mo, Disheveled in the Wind

Warwick had planned for this long ago. He spoke in a deep voice, his words clear and distinct:

"Fifty main battle tanks, fifty infantry fighting vehicles, and fifty self-propelled mortars."

"Fifty Land Shield 3000 short-range air defense systems, fifty wheeled assault vehicles, and fifty Mengshi machine gun vehicles."

"In addition, there are one hundred logistics transport vehicles, fully loaded with diesel fuel and ammunition."

"I will use my spatial ring to carry some of the remaining fuel and ammunition."

He paused, calculating the manpower...

"On average, there are two people per vehicle, requiring eight hundred tribesmen."

"The remaining two hundred or so tribesmen will serve as scouts, responsible for exploring the front and surrounding areas of the army."

Lin Mo frowned slightly after hearing this.

The plan was meticulous, but a key problem emerged.

"Sir Warwick, I must remind you of something."

Lin Mo's expression was serious.

"The straight-line distance from here to your tribe is over two thousand kilometers, and the journey will only be longer."

"These vehicles are all heavy fuel consumers, especially tanks, which have an astonishing fuel consumption per 100 kilometers."

"Even though this is a new generation of hybrid electric vehicle that can be driven by electricity, energy is still a big problem for such a long distance."

He looked at Warwick and spoke very clearly.

"Our expeditionary force traveled a thousand kilometers to get here. It was an expedition plus a relocation, and our supplies were extremely well prepared."

"The diesel you're carrying on your way back will probably run out halfway through the trip."

"At that time, these steel lumps will really become lumps, lying idle on the roadside, all scrap metal."

Lin Mo's tone was very sincere; this was not an exaggeration.

"In our Great Xia, we value reputation in business."

"The equipment you bought with your hard-earned money is unusable if you can't go back."

"That would make us lose face too."

If the orcs think that the Great Xia equipment is a rip-off, then they can forget about doing business with them in the future.

The expeditionary force traveled a thousand kilometers from Yingye Town to this place. After all, it was an expedition and a relocation, and the logistics were planned in advance, so it was still within an acceptable range.

Orcs are completely different; the journey is simply too long.

Warwick listened, but showed no concern whatsoever.

He just gave Lin Mo a strange look.

"Your Excellency Lin Mo, of course we are aware of the diesel fuel consumption issue; the instructors have all mentioned it."

Lin Mo became even more curious:

"Since you knew that, why didn't you bring more diesel fuel?"

Warwick looked at Lin Mo with an expression as if he were looking at an 'aristocrat who doesn't know the ways of the world'.

He extended his thick finger and pointed to the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles next to him.

"Aren't all wheeled things things that can be pushed around?"

Lin Mo: "???"

Zhao Gang: "..."

Long Zhan: "!!!"

The brains of the three top officials of Daxia simultaneously went blank.

What the hell!

What you said makes a lot of sense!

Lin Mo opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

This is a typical human misconception.

In human understanding, what can move a vehicle or tank weighing several tons or tens of tons except by its own power?

But orcs are different.

An ordinary adult orc, even without a rank, can easily move things weighing several thousand or even tens of thousands of kilograms; this is just commonplace for them.

What's more, they also have terrifying strength boosts from level one to level seven.

They had long been accustomed to being employed as laborers by other races, pushing huge wooden carts to transport goods.

In their eyes, tanks and armored vehicles are nothing more than heavier, harder iron vehicles that can spew fire on their own.

Lin Mo felt his worldview had been shaken, and he tentatively asked:

"So, your plan is... to push all the way back?"

Warwick looked at Lin Mo with a strange expression.

"Of course!"

"Otherwise, why would we assign two people to each vehicle?"

Lin Mo was completely speechless.

He thought it was two people taking turns driving, or one driving and the other operating the weapon.

After all that...

So, it turns out one person was controlling the steering wheel in the driver's seat, and the other was pushing the car from behind?

Human...manpower...mixed...?

Lin Mo felt that if he continued the conversation, Warwick might think he was a dim-witted human.

He shook his head with a wry smile, feeling that there was a huge ideological gap between himself and these Terran natives.

"Okay, fine."

Lin Mo decisively changed the subject to avoid further exposing his "ignorance" on this issue.

"Since you have a way, that's for the best."

"Let's check the quantity and amount. The remaining amount can be deducted from the next transaction."

He quickly arranged for the soldiers to begin taking inventory of the supplies.

The soldiers of Daxia worked quickly and soon filled one hundred transport vehicles with diesel fuel and ammunition.

The empty spaces in each tank were also filled with spare ammunition boxes and fuel drums.

All of this was done quickly, since the vehicles themselves carried a large amount of supplies on the expedition, and all they needed to do was replenish what they had used up.

All preparations are complete.

The moment of parting has arrived.

Lin Mo, Zhao Gang, and Long Zhan embraced Warwick and Grom tightly.

Around the camp, the soldiers of the Great Xia spontaneously lined up and stood solemnly.

They looked at their orc comrades who were about to embark on their journey, their eyes filled with reluctance and respect.

Nearly a thousand orc warriors have assembled.

They had brand-new automatic rifles hanging on their chests, grenades tucked into their waistbands, and bulging packs on their backs.

Under Warwick's leadership, all the orcs turned to face Linmer and the Great Xia soldiers.

They placed their right hand on their chest and bowed deeply.

This is the highest form of respect one nation can show to another.

"Set off!"

Warwick gave the order.

What happened next was something that every soldier of the Great Xia Dynasty present would never forget.

The relatively "petite" werewolves, cat people, winged people, and fox people nimbly climbed into the driver's seat of various war chariots.

They skillfully shifted into neutral and started the vehicle's steering system using the vehicle's electric power.

These vehicles generate electricity as their wheels roll, providing a continuous power source to get them back even without starting the engine.

Meanwhile, the massive minotaurs, bear-men, and centaurs silently moved to the back of the steel behemoths.

"Hey—ya!"

A bear-man warrior let out a low growl, his arm muscles bulging, and he braced himself against the rear of a main battle tank.

With a sickening metallic scraping sound, the fifty-ton tank shuddered slightly.

Then, to everyone's stunned gaze, it was pushed!

One, two, ten, hundreds...

Hundreds of bear-men and minotaurs attacked simultaneously.

The steel torrent of four hundred tanks began to move in complete silence.

It's pretty fast...

There was no roar of engines, only the heavy crushing sound of tracks rolling over the earth and the heavy breathing of the orcs.

A modern armored force driven by manpower embarked on its journey home in such an absurd way.

Lin Mo and the soldiers around him stared blankly as the peculiar group gradually disappeared into the distance, kicking up clouds of dust.

The sea breeze carried a salty, fishy smell.

Everyone was bewildered in the wind...